For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Even while the Earth sleeps we travel.

All things in this vast universe exist in you, with you, and for you.

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.

Rob a neighbour with a smile.

He who denies his heritage, has no heritage

And God said, Love your enemy, & I obeyed Him & loved myself.